He Linze's smile instantly solidified on his face.
The next second, he stood up abruptly, as if he had suddenly turned into someone else. His relaxed posture was gone, replaced by clenched fists and a pale face. He growled at He Zhiyao,
"Shut up——"
He Zhiyao sat casually on the chair, glancing up at him, with a look reminiscent of how He Linze had first looked at him when they met.
He Zhiyao pulled out his wallet from his pocket, then drew out a long-treasured photo, flipping it over to face He Linze.
"Can't bear to listen anymore, or do you think that I would never dare to acknowledge you in this life?" He Zhiyao scoffed, twirling the photo in front of He Linze's eyes before slowly retracting it. "The one who dares not is you, the one who's afraid is you. You're too cowardly to face, to believe that what you hold in your hands will shatter right there."
